Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 525

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 514 Finally Broken Up

Making my way to the foyer, I realized that Reign, Bernard, and Colt were in a separate room now. It would be much easier for me to sneak out of the mansion that way. However, something didn’t seem right. I could tell he wasn’t calling me out to have a lovey-dovey conversation with me.

He seemed upset about something, and in the back of my head, I knew exactly what it could be.

As soon as I exited the mansion and took a few steps onto the road, I spotted his car parked at a distance with Akin standing beside it.

“Akin, I thought you said you wanted to stay with Zane for the night,” I approached him while fidgeting with my f*ingers. The fact that he didn’t even come forward to hug me, even when I approached him and hugged him, was scary.

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I had my arms wrapped around him, but he didn’t move at all.

“Are you okay?” I broke the hug to look at his face. His eyes were red, as if he had cried a lot. His hair was messy, and his tie hung down his shoulders.

“I am going to ask you a few questions, and I need you to answer them honestly. Can I expect that from you, Beatrice?” He asked in a monotone. I watched him, and he didn’t even look at me. He was just staring behind me, trying to catch only a glimpse of me and nothing more.

“You know I never lie to you,” I said, and the little sarcastic chuckle from his side indicated that he didn’t believe it. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked, and my throat began to close. He was right; I had a lot of things to tell him, but I was unable to say them.

It was as if something had wrapped its f*ingers around my neck and choked me into silence.

“Beatrice! Now is the time for you to be honest with me. I am giving you a chance to come clean, so tell me. Are you hiding something from me?” He asked again, and this time I took a step back from him.

Even when I forced myself to say all that was in the back of my head, I stupidly shook my head, unable to tell him anything.

“No! I am not hiding anything,” I lied involuntarily.

“Who gave you that hickey?” He returned to the hickey again. I gulped and rubbed my neck, wondering what I should say now.

“It isn’t a rash, that much I know now,” he added himself when I didn’t say a word.